My grades were never something I'm proud of, but definitely not something I'm ashamed of.
And my specialisation for Year 3:
I know it's small, just bloody click it. (And there's a lot of white space cos again I used Paint and havent figured how to save only the image itself.)
I guess I'm just lucky, especially with
shit grades like mine. Freaks like Yang and
Rui with straight ADs should burn in hell. :)
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Guess what I found in my lunch yesterday?
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Yes, and I've almost wiped
clean my plate of mixed rice. Fuck shit la, I even commented that the food was good. Fucking hell. I was totally sick when I saw what it was. And I still feel a wave of nausea as I'm blogging. UGH!! And I was mean. I called up MOH and they directed me to NEA. An Indian lady picked up my call and I narrated my trauma to her. When I said I found a cooked cockroach in my food after eating, she went "Oh my God". I was surprised, cos I thought they should be used to hearing such things. Oh well. She said she'll get back to me after asking for details like my contact number, name and the place where the incident took place.
Thank God I didn't puke my guts out or shitted my intestines away yesterday or today.
What I've been doing at work.
This is just the draft copy and one of the many that I've completed. The manager will go through it and then photocopy them onto coloured paper before putting them on the shelves.
I guess that's all I need to blog about.
And yes, ITP sucks shit.
11:47 PM
